Song of Solomon 1
1 This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
Kantik A Kantik Yo, ki ekri pa Salomon.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
Kite l bo m ak bo bouch li! Paske lanmou ou bon pase diven.
3 The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
Lwil pafen ou yo santi bon. Non ou menm se tankou lwil kap vide; se pou sa ke tout vyèj yo renmen ou konsa.
4 Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
Rale m dèyè ou e annou kouri ansanm! Wa a mennen m nan chanm li yo. Lòt Yo “Nou va rejwi nan ou e fè kè kontan; nou va leve lanmou ou wo plis pase diven. Jenn Fi a Ak bon rezon, yo renmen ou konsa.”
5 I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Mwen menm, mwen nwa; men mwen byen bèl, O fi a Jérusalem yo, tankou tant Kédar yo, tankou rido a Salomon yo.
6 Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
Pa gade mwen konsa akoz mwen nwa; solèy la brile m konsa. Fis a manman m yo te byen fache avè m; Yo te fè m gadyen chan rezen yo. Men pwòp jaden pa m nan vin neglije.
7 Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
Pale mwen, ou menm nan ke nanm mwen tèlman renmen; ki kote ou fè patiraj twoupo ou a? Ki kote ou konn fè l kouche a midi? Paske poukisa mwen ta tankou yon moun ki vwale figi li nan kote twoupo zanmi ou yo?
8 If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
Si ou menm, ou pa konnen, O pi bèl pami tout fanm yo; janbe swiv wout twoupo a, e fè patiraj pou jenn kabrit ou yo akote tant bèje ou yo.
9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
Pou mwen, cheri mwen an, ou tankou pi bèl poulich pami sa kap rale cha Farawon an.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Bò figi ou byen bèl ak zanno, kou ou ak bèl kolye.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
Nou va fè pou ou dekorasyon an lò anbeli ak pwent an ajan tou won.
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
Pandan wa a te sou tab li, pafen mwen te rive kote l ak bèl odè.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
Sila ke m renmen an se yon pòch pafen; fèy bazilik ki pase tout nwit lan antre tete mwen.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Cheri mwen an se yon grap flè jasmen byen plase nan chan rezen En-Guédi yo.
15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
“Tèlman ou bèl, cheri mwen an; tèlman ou bèl! Zye ou tankou toutrèl yo.”
16 How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
Gade jan ou bèl e byen agreyab, cheri mwen an; anverite, se zèb vèt kap fè kabann nou.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
Pilye kay nou se bwa sèd e travès yo se bwa pen.
